Seven strangers 

Meanwhile seven strangers

Have come around the bend.

I saw her in my dreams

But she is not a one of them.

Shattered screen 

Flat tire

Bent rim

Denial.

No food and no

Utilities 

And bills stacked up a mile.

Perhaps they’re not as strange to me

As I had firstly thought.

Misfortune is my friend.

With it we’ll raze this world to naught.

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